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theres something about wide eyes thats vunerablitiy innocence and naivity. does it really exist in our shattered hearts. more than the charred edges of a misshaped piece of wood.
im about to witness the sunset but i lost all the prettiest pictures

and its so hard to look at..almsot unbearable becuase the distorted mishapend reality

from the radiators that were misnamed but heat up our little hearts to the freezing icy cold that keeps our pens flowing and our fingers moving. the fat doesnt really keep you warm. im coming in at the worst angel and its true that even after all this time we're never gonna understand even ourselves. everything is so predictible yet fucking cloudy and unclear. so lets go the the concert of a band we used to love and bring back the feelings we once had, the jacket that stops us from shaking. we trust them yet run away in tears in the darkest hours. they make us feel so safe when theyd never read the late night scribblings of a broken girl whilst the sun is closing down and the night sky is open for business. thank you for letting me belive youd take me hand. what will come first the medication or whoevers gonna hold your trembling heart. for once lets hope we're gonna live a second longer. but none more than we want no matter what time it is or whos christmas lights are the most spectacular the computers still gonna light us up. keep us addicted
those ten minute symphonys are so pleasuring
and everything fades from blue to indigo to violet oh so quickly
and the increased noise of sharpened breathing stops us living for just a moment
i promise i loved it for the few weekes it lasted
and ive wrote my fucking brains and mouth and heart out
thanksforfuckingeverything
xo